Se connecterThat afternoon carried a strange stillness after the conference meeting.Dawnat remained its usual machine of clicking keyboards, distant phones, hurried footsteps and murmured conversations.But inside Calvin’s office? Something felt stiffer. Not stiffer, per say, but a bit heavy.Penelope felt it more the longer she stayed there.She was currently trying to rush up the project she had with Calvin, so she could prepare for the huge one oncoming.But once in a while, she glanced at Calvin.His attention seemed…drifting. It reminded her of that day he spoke about meeting his parents or so.What was bothering him now?Twice, she caught him staring absently at the same page of his file. She knew it was the same page, because it was the same diagram she had been seeing on the previous page, that was turned to her, for a while now. Calvin Dawson was not a man who lost focus. He was someone who could sack someone for even losing focus.Her fingers tightened slightly around the file she he
Days passed in the city of Birmingham. Everyone was up for their work and business. And in Dawnat, the energy was twice that.Phones rang endlessly, the staff hurried through the hallways carrying files and tablets.Even Wilson looked mildly stressed, which Penelope was beginning to believe was biologically impossible.“What’s happening?” she asked as she walked into the design department with her coffee.Wilson looked up from his laptop dramatically, “Chaos. Absolute chaos!”Penelope blinked with a slight chuckle, “That explains absolutely nothing.”“A new luxury contract,” he lifted a brow.Penelope paused, “Oh?”Wilson leaned back in his chair.“Massive project. Some billionaire family just purchased a historic property in Chicago and wants Dawnat to redesign the entire interior before winter.”Her brows lifted immediately, “Chicago?”“Yup.” He pointed toward the conference rooms. “The senior design teams have been scrambling since morning.”Penelope nodded slowly, sipping her coff
By the time Calvin Dawson arrived at Dawnat, the afternoon sun had already stretched across the city in pale gold ribbons.The office floor was still busy, focused on whatever task they had.But Penelope?Penelope had checked the clock so many times that her neck had begun to hurt.What exactly was she doing?Penelope frowned at her computer screen, pretending sudden interest in spreadsheets, so as to keep her eyes from the clock. But then, her eyes could just stray down to check the time on the computer screen.She didn’t understand herself at all.All morning, Calvin’s absence had sat strangely in the back of her mind.It was as if she was noticing missing background music you didn’t realize you’d gotten used to.It was so weird. And she definitely did not feel relieved when she suddenly heard familiar footsteps approaching down the hallway.Definitely not.The office door opened moments later. And Calvin walked in.Her eyes snapped up. Great. He was here. And now oxygen had run aw
The Dawson family mansion loomed ahead of Calvin. He was home. But it did not feel like a home.He felt like he was walking through a historically important structure, wrapped in marble and gold.As Calvin’s car rolled past the enormous iron gates, his jaw tightened slightly. The estate stretched endlessly ahead, manicured gardens gleaming beneath the pale morning sun while towering fountains spilled water with almost proud elegance.Trust his parents to make a show of their home. It looked so Victorian, beautiful …and worrisome .The mansion itself stood like a monarch overlooking its kingdom, all ivory stone and massive windows.He remembered when he taught Vanessa how to ride a bike on this vast space. A smile flickered on his lips. Such good times.Calvin stepped out of the car smoothly, adjusting the sleeve of his black coat as one of the staff hurried to greet him.“Welcome back, Mr. Dawson.”He nodded and walked into the grandeur.The interior was exactly as he remembered. High
Penelope woke up with a violent jerk. Her eyes flew open. For two horrifying seconds, she had absolutely no idea where she was.Then reality crashed back in. Office, desk, Dawnat, Calvin.Oh dear God.Her spine straightened immediately and she nearly knocked over her computer in panic. The office lights had dimmed considerably, leaving only the warm glow of desk lamps and the storm-muted city outside.And directly across from her, Calvin Dawson sat watching her.Penelope froze. Her heartbeat malfunctioned instantly. Ghost! What sort of man was this?!“…How long was I asleep?”Calvin glanced briefly at his watch, “Twenty-three minutes.”“That’s oddly specific.”“You drool when you sleep.”Her soul exited her body, “What?!”A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.“Relax. I’m joking.”Penelope stared at him in shock, “That wasn’t funny.”“It was a little funny.”She narrowed her eyes at him before rubbing her face tiredly. The clock on the wall made her stomach drop. 9:47 PM.
By six-thirty in the evening, Dawnat had begun emptying out floor by floor. The once-busy office had slowly dissolved into quietness.And yet, Penelope Adams was still very much trapped inside Calvin Dawson’s office with approximately seventeen unfinished reports and a rapidly dying will to live.She stared blankly at her screen. Then at the spreadsheet. Then back at the screen again.“…I hate numbers,” she muttered.“You’ve said that three times in the last hour.”Her soul nearly evacuated her body. Penelope spun around sharply to him.Calvin looked up from his desk without even blinking, one hand still flipping through documents.“You are like a ghost,” she accused.“That sounds like a you problem.”Her lips twitched. So unfair. This man shouldn’t be capable of humor. Not after ruining her peace daily.Outside the massive windows behind him, rain poured heavily over the city now, turning the skyline blurry and silver. Occasional thunder rumbled faintly in the distance.Very cinemati







